Do you ever feel a bit freakish? You know, a little different from the crowd. Like you wore red on brown day? Well, I don't feel freakish, I am freakish. I have a regular family. One wife. A girl and a boy. I work a normal job. Construction pays my bills. I'm a regular dude...with electronics poking out of his head. But oddly this has never bothered me and probably never will. I'll admit I get a bit of a kick out of people staring at me while I'm checking out at the store. In my case, being a freak is a good thing. (what ever happened to Martha Stewart?)
So...I started to lose my hearing around age 13. No known cause. Nerve damage. I'm just one of those lucky bastards that wins one of life's lotteries every now and then. I've worn just about every type of hearing aid at one time or another...they range from tiny to "oh my lord"! Around my mid 20's my ears broke more than a normal aid could fix. Fear not....they've got an app for that. So I got implanted with my first CI (cochlear implant) in April of 2006. With a little rehab (my wife tirelessly reading words to me) I was back to talking on the phone and being a sarcastic pain in everyones butt in no time.
That was my right ear. Ol lefty was still sitting there numb. I guess I felt sorry for him...I'm left handed and all. So two days ago I had him cut open and implanted with the same electrodes emitting from my lucky right ear. Freakish. But hey, now my head at least matches. The next time you see something that makes you stare...an artificial limb...someone missing an eye...perhaps someone in a wheelchair...and they catch you staring. Don't look away fast and feel bad. Give em a smile. They might just be like me...enjoying the fact that you find them that interesting in the first place.